Hot in the city

"What... The..." Christine's last word was drowned out by a car horn blaring right next to her. She tried to figure out where she was, her best estimate was about six blocks from the hospital.

Christine threw her hands over crotch and backside again, looking around for some way of covering herself. Nothing became apparent, no clothes shops, nowhere to hide. The shower of sparks when she had appeared had drawn attention, people expecting a show. They had certainly got one.

"Stephen!" Christine shouted into the air, "I know this was you! Take me back!"

There was no answer, but her shouting had attracted more notice, if that were possible.

Christine set off down the street towards the hospital, dodging around crowds of people. She gave up covering her backside in order to cover her face and prevent her being recognised in the dozens, if not hundreds of photos being taken of her.

"This is so humiliating!" Christine exclaimed under her breath, "I'm going to kill him for this!"

The pavement started to burn against the bare soles of her feet, but Christine ignored this, forcing herself to speed up, get back to work and get some clothes. She just hoped she could manage it without running into anyone she knew.

Christine was trending on Twitter by the time she came within sight of the hospital, and well on her way to being the front page of the Daily Bugle, probably with a full-colour pull-out inside as well.

"Oh, thank god!" she gasped, looking up at the building. She had never been so glad to get there, but she knew that quite close to the door was the room the scrubs were kept in.

Christine pushed the door open and stepped through. She did not register another shower of sparks until it was too late.

She was on a street again. Still naked, and with the hospital nowhere in sight.

"Where am I now?!" she cried out. It seemed to have suddenly got colder, goosebumps raised up on every inch of her exposed skin. Christine looked around, the street looked somehow familiar but she had no idea where in New York she was so why it would be familiar she did not... Then it hit her. Black taxis, not yellow. Big red buses. A nearby river, with a tall clocktower on the far side.

"Why the hell am I in London?!"